Hello my lovely readers! :)

I am so truly, deeply sorry for updating in such a long time! My goal was to finish the fic by the end of 2010, but I ended up not doing so :(

Hopefully though, I'll be able to finish the fic before March comes. Yep, that's a date! ^^

Tekken: The Untold Story

Chapter Fifteen

"To See Him Again"

"Ma'am,"

Hearing that, Asuka opened her eyes and awakened from her nap. She was on her way to Tokyo, on board a bullet train. But not that she's seen her surroundings; it looks like she's finally arrived.

"We are here, ma'am. It's time to leave, I'm afraid."

Asuka blinked her eyes twice, removed her headphones and stood up from her seat. A bit embarrassed, finding out that she was the only one left on the train (aside from the staff), Asuka bolted out of the room carrying her backpack.

After doing all necessary in the airport, Asuka walked out, surprised to find out that someone had been walking for her arrival. She approached Asuka, with a cheerful expression. "Hi, you must be Asuka Kazama," she spoke, "am I right?"

"Yeah, that's right." Asuka responded, still unsure of the woman's identity.

"I'm Leslie Chan, a friend of Detective Wulong's. He asked me to pick up and bring you to your hotel unit."

"Oh. You're his girlfriend, huh?"

Leslie giggled. "It's nothing like that, Miss Kazama. Lei is my older cousin."

"Cousin.." Asuka whispered, recalling how she and Jin would always be in a situation like this.

Breaking the silence, Leslie smiled at Asuka. "Shall we go then?"

Asuka nodded her head in agreement.

Leslie brought her to a classy hotel downtown in an elegant black sedan. It made Asuka wonder what kind of family Lei had, since his cousin looked rather wealthy. Leslie dropped Asuka off at the driveway of the hotel, and left her to find a parking space. Quickly, Asuka came into the hotel, admiring the elegant ambience.

"Man, I didn't think that detective was pretty rich," she thought "heh, he's probably one of those corrupt policemen," she joked.

A few minutes then, Leslie arrived. She immediately walked pass Asuka, smiling at her, and approached the front desk.

"May I have the key to room 702? I'm Leslie Chan, Detective Wulong's partner."

"Ah, yes. Detective Wulong called this morning."

The receptionist looked through her desk and came back after a short while.

"Here you go, Miss Chan," she handed the key, and entertained the next costumer.

Leslie turned back to Asuka, giving a smile, holding the keys in her hands. Asuka stood up from the comfortable sofa and followed Leslie into the elevator.

The two girls arrived at the seventh floor. Eager to see her room, Asuka looked around for a door with "702" engraved on its surface. She walks on the aisle and moves to the right, and spots her room.

"It's here." She said aloud, making sure that Leslie would hear her.

Leslie came up to Asuka and opened the door with the key.

"Here we go!" Leslie walked in the fancy and elegant hotel room. "Come on in, Asuka!"

Asuka walked in, and found herself in awe. "Amazing!"

"Great, huh?" Spoke the Chinese. "This is where Lei makes his guests stay." She walked toward the big windows which stood at the far end of the room. She pushed away the curtains gently and watched the big city view. "He's a real workaholic. When he says business, he means business." She then moved to the door. "I should go now. If you need anything, just call."

"Will do. Thanks, Miss Leslie."

As soon as Leslie left her sight, Asuka headed for the bathroom, where a big bathtub welcomed her in delight. Eager to finally experience the relaxing feeling bathtubs make, Asuka stripped down her clothes and slid into the tub.

It's been a long day, and the tournament's coming soon. She needed a rest –that's for sure.

Asuka closed her eyes and dipped her body deeper into the tub. After a few seconds of relaxation, her cellphone rang. Asuka sat up and grabbed her phone at the edge of the tub.

"Hello?"

"Kazama-chan, how was your trip?"

It was Michiko's voice. Hearing 'Kazama-chan', Asuka was sure it was her.

"Oh, it was alright." Asuka finally replied.

"Have you been practicing?"

"Oh, I just arrived."

"Let me guess…" She paused. "Hot bath?"

Asuka giggled. "Bathtub."

"Oh! I wish I'm there too!"

Asuka smiled at her teacher act childish, but turned serious after a moment. "Michiko-chan," She spoke. "Do you think I'll see Jin?"

Michiko made a long pause. After a moment, she finally responded, "There's a chance. But Tokyo is a big place… I'd say your chance is three out of ten." Asuka frowned realizing how low that estimation was. Michiko sensed this, and tried to cheer up the Osaka girl. "But if you see him, it must be destiny or something." She chuckled.

There was no response. And after a moment of silence, Michiko spoke once more. "Do you want to see him?"

"… I… I don't know…"

Michiko sighed. "It's not bad wanting to see him again, is it?"

As expected, there was no reply, and so she continued. "If you really want to, why not pay him a quick visit?"

"I don't think so. Besides, I don't want him to know about dad."

"Hm, why so?"

"I just don't think he should. He can't do anything about it anyway."

"True. But don't you think-"

Michiko suddenly paused, therefore cutting off her own speech. Asuka could hear someone speaking to Michiko. She was probably busy. And by that, Asuka knew she was soon to say goodbye.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Kazama-chan."

"It's fine. I need some rest anyway." Asuka responded, plainly.

"Okay then. Goodluck on the tournament!"

With that, their call ended, and Michiko hung up. Asuka then folded back her cellphone recklessly. And unfortunately, it dropped in the tub. She tried to catch it, but she was too late.

"Tsch. Last time I'll bathe and call."

The next morning, Asuka decided to look for a training studio to get her training started. She knew that her strength is enough, but she also knew she needed more than enough. But deep inside her, she wanted to see Jin. But she's forcing herself not to. Other than that, she needed another way to contact Lei, or Leslie at least. She didn't have much money, and only recently, she had lost her cellphone.

"Excuse me, can I borrow a phone around here?" Asuka asked the woman on the front desk of the hotel.

"Ah, yes, of course." The woman moved the telephone on her desk closer to Asuka's reach.

Asuka grabbed the envelope containing her invitation to the tournament, and Lei's office's telephone number. Rather carefully, she dialed the number.

"Detective Wulong speaking." Greeted the odd man.

"It's Asuka. I just arrived yesterday afternoon."

"Ah, right! Do you like the hotel?" He asked, trying to make a good conversation.

"Detective Wulong, I'd like to know more about my father's attacker."

"I believe I've told you all that I knew, Ms Kazama."

"Don't try to fool me. I know you're a lot better of a detective than you made me think you are."

Lei was quite shocked, but after a moment, continued. "I'll schedule a meeting for us in the café across the hotel you're staying at. How does ten o'clock sound?"

"Perfect. I'll see you then." Asuka hung up.

Asuka headed back to her room to change into a more casual attire. She stayed in her room for a few minutes, until it was finally ten o'clock.

As Asuka entered the café, she sees Lei sitting on the far end and approached him.

"Oh? You're here, Ms Kazama…" He folded back the newspaper he was reading, and stood up to formally greet Asuka. When Asuka was ready to have a seat, he sat down as well.

"What do you know about the sick bastard who attacked my father?" It sounded as if Asuka was demanding information.

"His name is Feng Wei." Lei jumped along in her fast-speed conversational ways. "He is a Chinese Kempo Master of the fighting style named 'God Fist'. At the age of twenty, he was already the top student in his dojo." Lei waited for a reaction from Asuka. But hearing none, he assumed she wanted more information. "According to my research, Feng Wei killed his own master. As for the reason, I'm not sure. Recently, he has been out visiting dojos demanding a certain scroll. One of his surviving victims told us he was looking for some so-called 'Secrets of God Fist' scrolls. An unknown source informed us about his participation in the King of Iron Fist Tournament 5. True or not, it's worth a shot. And it would definitely mean a lot to capture Feng Wei."

"That's all the information I have to offer, Ms Kazama."

"I trust you." Asuka replied.

A long period of silence filled the air. Asuka broke the silence. "Then I'll capture him."

"Capture him, eh?"

"That's a weird reaction."

"You see, on situations when I ask assistance from a victim's close relative, what they would usually say is that they would kill him and make him suffer."

"That's ridiculous." Asuka commented. "Anyone who kills a killer is no better than the killer himself."

Lei smiled. "I like that, Ms Kazama. You sound like a really intelligent young woman."

Asuka smiled back. Hearing the sound of welcome bells on the café's door, Asuka looked back and caught a glimpse of a tall and handsome young man leaving the café. Could it be him? Asuka immediately stood up from her seat and rushed toward the door. She looked both ways outside the café, but saw no one she recognized. Could it only have been her imagination?

"I guess it's all in my head."

"Anyone who kills a killer is no better than the killer himself."

Ah, I just love that quote :)

I was supposed to use this one:

"Killing someone who's hurt those you care for won't make that person suffer. But if you spare that person and let him pay for all he's done… then, you made him suffer."

But then, I thought it didn't make much of a quote for justice xD